~LYRA'S POV~
The packhouse had gone quiet in a way that had nothing to do with everyone being asleep.
It was the kind of quiet that settled when a building full of people had done everything they could think of to do and were now simply existing in the space between preparation and whatever came next. Training had wound down. The briefings were finished. The maps had been rolled and the formations had been set and there was nothing left to adjust until the blood moon rose in two days and everything we'd built got its first real test.
